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Re: Operation MAAS« Reply #16 on: Feb 14th, 2008, 12:40pm »

(okay here we go, I think it might be good to have one more character so if no one else joins by the time you all do ur first posts then I'll just do two people or something. Yea I figured we'd just make the city new york)

“And yet another morphing related crime in the downtown area as an elephant and a gorilla attacked several banks, making off with an unknown quantity of money,” the small bar TV said, I tried to drown out the words, “details in just a few minutes, but first-“

“Difficult times huh,” a familiar voice said from behind me. A familiar voice I had not heard in a long time.

“I’m sure you’ll be able to handle it,” I said, not turning around.

“You don’t seem surprised to see me,” the man said, taking a seat next to me.

He was a large built man, clearly aging, but fighting it. His close cropped hair and goatee were turning grey and the slightest hint of wrinkles were beginning to creep across his face. He had a large scar running down to his jaw. He held himself with the obvious swagger of ex-military, but he was no ordinary ex-military man. He had been my commanding officer only eight years ago, he had been the one to order the death of hundreds of people. I still don’t know if it was his decision or the governments, it never really mattered though.

“Actually I was wondering what was taking you guys so long,” I said, taking another sip of my drink, “but I didn’t know they were sending you.”

“Oh I volunteered,” he said, showing his viscous smile.

“Couldn’t pass up another opportunity to drag me off into some hole, huh,” I said grimly.

“Not this time,” he said, “no you lucked out this time. I’m here to give you you’re new assignment.”

I laughed, “my assignment? And what would that be?”

He smiled and pointed up at the screen, the reporter had continued his report on the bank robbery, “we want you to take care of that for us.”

“You’re going to let me go to take care of a couple of robbers?”

“No,” he said, smiling again, I could tell he was enjoying this, “all of them. Personally after all you’re talk about patriotism and justice eight years ago, I expected you to be out there doing it anyway.”

“And after I gave you that pretty little scar eight years ago, I figured you’d know that I was done taking orders from you.”

“Oh this is the part you’re going to love,” he said, “you wont be taking any orders. With all this bureaucratic bullshit with the Andalites nobody wants to be caught trying to clean up their mess. Officially, you’re a vigilante. So lets just quit all this will he wont he crap, we’ve got a team waiting for you and we both know your doing it.”

“You can keep them, I’ve got a few people in mind,” I said grimly. I’d like to say his words didn’t get to me, but I knew they were true. I would have lost it on these morphing terrorists a while ago if I wasn’t worried about his boys finding me.

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Re: Operation MAAS« Reply #17 on: Feb 14th, 2008, 2:45pm »

(I have been to New York, and I love it. It is the perfect setting for pretty much anything. May I suggest that MAAS be Morph And Attack Squad? It flows a bit more smoothly. Also, my posts will all be either from my own point of view, or that of an ambiguous narrator.)

I heard the door open at the front of the building. I couldn't see him from where I sat, but I knew that he could see me. I frequently have been mistaken for an albino, and my pale skin practically glows in the dark. In fact, the only thing dark about me is my brown hair, and it is the color of shadows, infinitely subtle. In that dark corner, where the light hardly dared stray, and dressed all in white, I must have looked like a ghost. There are no doubts about why my partners in the CIA called me Ghost, between my pallor and my ability to move silently, swiftly, and undetected through a building as though it had no walls. He wouldn't have noticed me if I didn't want him to. I'm good at not being seen.In the CIA I was valued for my skills as a spy, a thief, and an assassin. There isn't a human on this planet who could survive long, if I really wanted him dead. by the same token, there isn't an assassin on this Earth who can touch someone that I'm protecting. I know all the tricks in the book. I wrote the book. Most of my skills were acquired through patience and torturous practice, but my most important skill came almost naturally. I am an estreen, able to shift swiftly between forms, even on the run, and gifted in using the various attributes of my morphs selectively. So I wasn't surprised when he walked up behind me as I sat in the most secluded corner of the New York Public Library, because I was already partially morphed. A tiger's ears don't miss anything."Isabel Stone?"I lowered the book and glanced over my shoulder, staring death at the pitiable fool who interrupted my reading. He flinched visibly when he saw my eyes, already startlingly blue, shift into the soulless, icy eyes of the Snow-white Siberian Tiger. I had chosen this morph, one of my favorites, for its stripeless white fur, which is virtually invisible against my own pallid skin, and for its blue eyes, the same shade as mine. I'm not known as the White Lady for nothing. I can morph the tiger in half a minute, and my enemies won't notice the changes until it's much too late. Also, because the genetic glitch that gives them their strange coloring also affects their growth rates, even their females are larger by half than the largest orange tiger male. If I chose, I could become the second largest land predator on the planet in a matter of seconds. Very convenient."Yes. I assume that you are William Higgins. If you aren't William Higgins, I suggest that you go away now, before I decide to be irritated." I groweled softly, the last sound that he would ever hear if he made me mad enough."Yes, I'm William Higgins. How about some coffee, and we can talk about the terms of our... agreement." I guess I won't have to kill him, then. Yet. "Sounds good." I demorphed slightly, but I left my eyes as feline slits, just to keep him from getting too comfortable around me. He should know not to let his guard down in times like these.We walked to the little Starbucks down the street. He sat down slowly, watching me the whole time. Good. He's not a complete idiot."I believe, Mr. Higgins, that you already specified our terms over the phone. You pay me five grand up front, and I keep you and your...team...for lack of a better word...alive for the next two weeks." Or until I decide not to."That was the original idea, but some extenuating circumstances have made this a more... permanent... situation. How do you feel about joining our team in the long term, Ms. Stone? You would be paid two K a week, for as long as we feel that you are needed. Is that acceptable?"I haven't had a long-term job since the Agency collapsed. This could be interesting. And lucrative. "You have a deal, Mr. Higgins."

My combat instructor beckoned me. Standing next to him was a man I didn’t recognize. He was tall and looked as though he could take on all 10 students and the instructor that were in the outdoor gym and win. I left my fight partner and made my over to them. A million thoughts raced though my head in the time it took to reach them. They were talking in hushed tones but as I got closer I could heard what seemed like the end of their conversation.

"a bit young though"

"She is the top student in the whole academy, Mr. Higgins, even puts most of us instructors to shame"

"Impressive" the man said with a raised eyebrow. Looked at me and said curtly "let’s go" and started to walk towards the door leading inside. I glanced at the instructor who gave me a brief nod. I followed the man through the outdoor gym into the building. Only when the door slammed shut behind me did the man speak to me. "As i'm sure you over heard I'm William Higgins" I nodded slowly."welcome to Operation MAAS, Ellie" he said with a grin.

(yeah sorry it's short but it's just sort of how she became a part of the team and I'm in a rush )

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Re: Operation MAAS« Reply #19 on: Feb 14th, 2008, 4:20pm »

(Isabel's POV)

I watched the exits to the training facility as Higgins strode out with a young girl at his side. So. This is Ellie Hunter. I walked swiftly to her other side, keeping my senses on high alert for anything suspicious. I knew at a glance that she was unarmed, yet her posture and her stride told me that this was not an ordinary child to be underestimated. She wasn't built like an athlete, but then neither was I, and she carried herself like a fighter, even though she obviously tried to look as normal as she could. She looked sharply, almost angrily, up at me, sizing me for trouble. I met her gaze steadily, telling her with a glance that although I meant her no ill will, she shouldn't underestimate me, either. "Hello, I'm Ellie Hunter.""I know. I'm Isabel." In a casual display of power, my eyes flashed iridescent green and my skin suddenly darkened with cloud- shaped spots as I called on the Snow Leopard DNA that drifted through my veins. Effortlessly I retracted the morph, and my eyes returned to their usual frosty blue and my skin paled back to snow white. I kept just enough of the morph to retain its phenomenal hearing, balance, and reflexes.She looked at me again, and I resisted the urge to laugh as her eyes widened with recognition."Isabel Stone? The White Lady? I've heard about you." The way she said my name made it sound like a curse and a startled gasp at the same time. This could be a problem. That cannot be allowed."I know. It seems that we shall be working together for the present, so let us get a few things straight. It is my job to keep you all alive, and while you seem more than capable of defending yourself against an obvious enemy (and well aware of your capabilities), I cannot and will not protect you if you insist on treating me like a threat. I am sure that if you wanted, you could snap my neck right now, and you are probably considering it. I am equally sure that before you could touch me I would have already killed your instructor and at least three of the other students, even before I put a knife at your own throat. It will be easier on all of us if you decide right now that I am your friend and not your enemy. Do you have any problems with that, Miss Hunter? If you do, I have no more use for you, which is a very bad thing for you. If you don't, then let's be friends, and for pity's sake get out of that fighting stance.""All right then." She sized me up once more, and finally seemed to relax a bit. But not entirely. Good. She has half a brain, unlike the last kid who worked with me. Suddenly, I heard movement to my left, and everything happened very quickly."Hunter, Higgins? Duck!"I shoved both of them against the nearest car.In a single fluid motion, I drew two of my throwing knives and cast them at the men who were drawing a bead on Higgins' forehead. As they fell, I finished my Snow Leopard morph and lunged for the throat of the wolf that ran towards Ellie's exposed neck. He went down hard, and I finished him off quickly. I demorphed smoothly, barely out of breath. I retrieved my knife and cleaned it off as Hunter and Ellie watched me, jaws practically on the floor."See what I mean, ladies and gentlemen? It all goes so much better if we are all on friendly terms.""How did you move so fast?" they gasped at the same time."It's what I do. Be glad of that, or else you would both be dead right now. Harris, it seems that you have more enemies than you mentioned at our last meeting. Why is that, I wonder?" I snarled at him and returned to my leopard form.<I'm going to check the perimeter of this facility. Stay down and don't move until I get back.>They nodded blankly as I loped away.Three dead sharpshooters and another wolf later, I returned to their Higgins' side and demorphed. "You are both ridiculously lucky."

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Re: Operation MAAS« Reply #20 on: Feb 14th, 2008, 5:15pm »

((if its not too late i'd like to join, this is my first RP though so i'll be pretty noob))

Name: Daniel Nabet Age: 37

Description: Fairly tall guy with short black hair. He's average build but isn't very athletic.

Personality: He's smart but not by any means a genius. He tends to be fairly sarcastic at times when it may not be overly appropriate but knows when to keep his mouth shut. He's a skilled fighter with a longsword and is trained in close hand to hand combat as well as fighting with small and large arms. He is an excellent liar and can usually convince everyone that the most unbelievable things are true.

Background: He was tought to sword fight from the age of four by his best friends Tyler's parents. When the yeerks began their invasion Tyler became a controller and stopped hanging out with Daniel because of the sharing. Tyler was stabbed in the chest by visser one's tail blade in front of Daniel, who was hiding during a sharing meeting trying to see what was happening with Tyler. The sight of his best friend dying caused him to join the army. Daniel was an excellent soldier and after the yeerk invasion was over he was given the morphing power. Three weeks after recieving the morphing power, he was court marshalled and given a dishonerable discharge for unorthadox methods.

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Re: Operation MAAS« Reply #22 on: Feb 14th, 2008, 6:41pm »

A loud banging on the door jarred me awake. I looked over at the alarm clock beside my bed, it read 3:04 am. I glanced around the room for a second then turned over to my side and closed my eyes.BANG! This time I jumped out of my bed as quickly as I could and focused my mind on the DNA of the most authoritative thing I could think of and felt the changes begin. My hair grew longer and i began to shrink a few inches. My muscles grew larger and more firm. After the morph was complete I looked in the mirror. The man looking back at me was one I had seen many times. Carl Stern, my old army seargent. I swiftly moved towards my desk and retrieved the small hand gun I had hidden there. Hiding it behind my back, I swung open the door and stared out. For a second i thought I was staring into a mirror.

"Nabet, why do you still use that morph? If I recall correctly, isn't that morph the reason you were court marshalled in the first place?" Seargent Stern said to me

"Sorry sir," I said as I morphed back to my familliar form, "Well Seargent, I suppose that this isn't a social visit."

"It's Colonel now, I was promoted. There's a man who wants to meet you, his name is Higgins. He needs you."

"He couldn't meet me in the morning, when normal people are awake?"

"Actually Nabet, he lives in New York. There's a private jet that will pick you up in two hours at the Toronto base. Take your weapons, we will not provide them."

Colonel Stern then turned around and walked out the door. I ran my hand through my hair, pulled some clothes on and grabbed a suit case. I threw two hand guns, an Uzi, two rifles and a couple of hand grenades into the bag. I also put enough clothes to last me a week and then closed the bag. I threw the scabbard over my right shoulder and got in my car. An hour later I arrived in Toronto and borded the jet. When I arrived in New York there was a large man waiting for me.

"Good evening Daniel, I'm William Higgins." He wasn't what i expected. When I heard the name Higgens I was expecting some stuck up 40 year old general, instead this guy looked 10 years younger than me.

"Hello Higgins, its a pleasure to meet you. To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?"

"I don't know if you've noticed, but there has been a large outbreak in morph related crime. Before you moved to Canada, I heard that you were one of the best. I want you to be part of my team." He said, extending his hand for me to shake it.

I looked around the base at the soldiers surrounding me, the few that I had worked with before seemed happy for me, while some that I had not looked utterly jealous.

"When can I start?" I asked, grabbing his hand, and feeling his DNA flowing through me.

(good so far! but i think we should sort of put this on hold until demos posts about how his character joined the team and until we hear from duffman because we can't control his character anymore. good post estelore. welcome to RAF shanker.)

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Re: Operation MAAS« Reply #24 on: Feb 14th, 2008, 7:44pm »

(Thank you, Anna. I hope that I did your character justice. Demos, Duffman, if either of you is out there, please post so that we can move forward. Very nice, Shanker. Is that sword a longsword, shortsword, broadsword, katana[samurai & ninja], rapier, sabre, or a claymore[ a Scottish longsword, think Excalibur]? I'm rather well studied on these matters, and I am quite curious about this in particular. On a side note, I think it should be alright to continue posting, as long as we don't hijack the characters who aren't here. For instance, if one of us [in the story] is going home and encounters a morphing criminal, by all means they should tell what happened. If it isn't too much trouble, I would like to be able to implement this philosophy. Thank you.)

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Re: Operation MAAS« Reply #27 on: Feb 14th, 2008, 8:56pm »

(yea sorry i havent been around all night guys i had to work, it sounds good so far, but yea the rule is no godmodding unless the person gives permission, which i did for the intro, but its great theres been so much going on, ill write up a post right now)

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Re: Operation MAAS« Reply #29 on: Feb 14th, 2008, 9:39pm »

“Well, I’ve got my team,” I said to myself, “assuming this poison guy wants to play ball.”

I had thoroughly researched all of them, and if I had learned anything about him I knew that he would not be easy to convince. I sent him the offer, but I had the feeling I might have to hunt him down myself. But after what happened with Ellie I couldn’t be sure I knew anything about them. We hadn’t even completely formed this “secret” squad and there were already attempts on our lives.

I had just finished recruiting Nabet, and was flying back to the training center. I probably should have joined him in driving back, but there was something about this situation that just didn’t feel right. I beat my powerful hawk wings, scanning the city streets. I was only a block away when I saw it. It was a good choice, the sun was just setting and even with my powerful hawk eyes I nearly missed the black panther slinking across the rooftop.

I turned the dive into a sharp bank, turning and coming level with the buildings. I was hit with a strong thermal from the cars and pavement below and I was able to rise a bit higher. I kept my eyes peeling for the panther, approaching the place where I had spotted him. I never saw him coming, suddenly there was a flash of black and the panther was all over me. He bit at me with his sharp fangs as we fell toward the streets. I was able to use my wings to get above him, taking away the force of his blows. I was finally able to push away from him and slow my fall. But my wings were now badly damaged, I straightened them to slow my fall, but I was heading down to the ground, and back to the panther. I started to demorph, although it was no use, if he survived the fall he would be all over me and I would be nowhere near human.

(maybe demos can jump in and save my ass, hint hint, or anyone else of course)